<p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">The writer of the following letters is a young woman who lost her husband in a railroad accident and went to Denver to seek support for herself and her two-year-old daughter, Jerrine. Turning her hand to the nearest work, she went out by the day as house-cleaner and laundress. Later, seeking to better herself, she accepted employment as a housekeeper for a well-to-do Scotch cattle-man, Mr. Stewart, who had taken up a quarter-section in Wyoming. The letters, written through several years to a former employer in Denver, tell the story of her new life in the new country.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">"Dear Mrs. Coney,-</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">Are you thinking I am lost, like the Babes in the Wood? Well, I am not and I'm sure the robins would have the time of their lives getting leaves to cover me out here. I am 'way up close to the Forest Reserve of Utah, within half a mile of the line, sixty miles from the railroad. I was twenty-four hours on the train and two days on the stage, and oh, those two days! The snow was just beginning to melt and the mud was about the worst I ever heard of.(...)"</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 1)">- Taken from "Letters of a Woman Homesteader" written by Elinore Pruitt Stewart</span></p>